God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 144: Would You Love Me If...?

Camila had told me that she just needed a few minutes of time to herself and that she’d stop crying by then. But it took much longer than she said, and I almost even fell asleep on her sofa by the time she finished, having completely drenched my handkerchief in her tears.

After fixing up her face and making sure it was presentable again, she cleared her throat and looked back at me over her shoulders to see how I looked after carrying her crying figure on my lap for so long, and found me sitting back on the sofa in quite a comfortable position.

And as if she were jealous of how comfy I looked when she was crying this whole time and wanted to be as cosy as I was, she nudged herself further up my lap until her ass crack was right on top of my crotch and completely leaned back on me as if she were using my body as a recliner.

“Do I look like a sofa to you?” I said as I adjusted my sitting position so that Camila would feel more comfortable and made it so that her head was resting right on my chest, below my head.

“You could at least do this much after making me cry for so long.” Camila said with a satisfied smile on her face, like she felt at peace in this moment, and wriggled herself into my embrace, which also meant that her ass was going further down my crotch and was making it really hard for me to not do anything unsavoury to her.

“What about this?” I said as I wrapped my arms around her tummy and pulled her closer to me so that I could feel the entirety of her body’s warmth. “Does this make you feel any better?”

“Much better~” She said in a satisfied manner as she held my arms around her and looked like she never wanted me to let go of her.

“Then what about this?” I said as I dragged my hands upwards towards her towering breasts, whose deep cleavage I could clearly see from my current position. “I’m pretty sure you would feel much better if I gave you a tight hug up here.”

“I’m sure I would…” Camila accepted that she wouldn’t mind me groping her chest, but contrary to her words, she stopped my hands from moving any further up her body and said,

“…But unfortunately, I’m a woman bound by an oath, so I can’t let you do such things for now.” She held out her hand to show the despicable ring on her finger, which I wanted to throw in the trash so much.

“For now?…Then does that mean there’s a time in the future where I can play with these mounds of meat that you have hanging on your chest?” I said as I leered at her milky white chest below, which looked like it was begging me to take a bite and put my mark on it.

“…I-I don’t really know that.” She said in a flustered manner after seeing how I was looking at her chest like a feral animal that hadn’t eaten in days and was lightly squeezing her pudgy tummy, like I was practicing for what I was going to do to her breasts. “…B-But for now, I just want you to answer some of my questions before I say anything else.”

“Of course, ask away.” I leaned back on the sofa, ready to answer any question of hers regarding our relationship together while playing with her tummy since it felt so addictive to squish and move around like play dough. Her white blouse also slipped up when she leaned on me, which allowed me to play with her bare stomach, which made it even more enticing to do.

“Then let me ask you…” Camila said as she pinched my hands, telling me to stop playing around and focus like the adult she was. “…are you actually telling me the truth when you say that you love me and not just saying it for the sake of it?”

“I am…” I said with conviction in my voice, like I would give the same answer even if the lord up above asked me the same question.

“I definitely am, and there’s no doubt about it since there’s no one else in this world who knows what I like and don’t like other than myself…And I can guarantee you that you stole my heart the moment you appeared before my eyes and have been holding it captive ever since.”

“I-I see.” She tried to act like she was calm after hearing my words. But the way her feet were moving around in a giddy manner gave away just how happy she was when she heard me say that I loved her.

She then asked while she still had the momentum and courage to ask such embarrassing questions that made her cheeks flush,

“…T-Then does that mean you still love me, even after knowing how old I am?”

“Of course!” I said in an enthusiastic manner. “Who cares if you’re a young adult who’s just about to step into the workforce or a lady old enough to be my mother?”

“As long as I can be with you, I don’t care whatever age you may be since I didn’t fall for you because of your age, but fell for the beautiful girl I saw when that door opened up wide in front of my eyes.”

“Hmph! You’re acting like you’ll still care about me even if I turned into an old granny!” She gave me an intense stare and pouted, thinking that I only fell for her looks.

“Is that even a doubt, Camila?” I asked like it was obvious. “I mean, who else is going to take care of my wife other than me when we grow old together?”

Camila blushed when she heard me already making plans for us far into the future and looked like she wanted to say that I was lying when I said I would take care of her every need even when she became older.

But when she saw the sincere look in my eyes when she turned to look at me, where she couldn’t see a single lie, she immediately backed off, losing all of her motivation to argue with me.

And she looked to be wondering if she was actually so charming that she could make someone so much younger than her fall for her, so much so that he would even be willing to be with her even if she grew older while he stayed young and healthy.

And even though I genuinely meant it when I said that I wouldn’t even care if she turned into a grandma at this moment, as I’ve long gotten past judging a person’s worth by their looks after seeing the true ugliness of human beings that wear masks to hide the true evil that they were, I also knew that stopping a person from ageing and granting them immortality would be easy if I became a god, so I didn’t even consider ageing as an issue in all the relationships I was going to form and didn’t even bother to think about it.